Kazamatsuri Sho // Kaza
Upon the village figure engraving there lays a garden, one in which many seem to dare not visit – for unknown reasons. The overcast casts shadows about, thus creating a natural environment for the Nara and one can find the aging shinobi pressing the palm of his hand against his mouth to stifle a yawn. Ever since arriving in Hi no Kuni, his life had become quite mundane, the sporadic visions of a different era and time lessened dramatically; causing the male to become unsure of himself and what reality truly were. Spiral azure optics transfix against the foliage, his digits extending outwards to grasp against a stargazer lily, quite a few abnormally stuck out against the greenery. No doubt Mikasa’s work, if he were to guess.
Quietly he strolls about a dirt path, careful to not disturb the plant life. “My head feels oddly clear today.” he sighs aloud, streaming his digits through his raven locks and recreating a habit he never got rid of. “Keiko, Henzo, Kakeru, and Kenshin all have been returned to where they should be.” he murmurs aloud to himself. Little would he know that today would be eventful, reacquainting with the past once more in the unusual of locations.
Born of Mist, left to fend for himself, the former Minamoto traveled the world to end the suffering within his own mind. The constant battling of deciphering the truth from the chaotic dreams of old, made the Nara weary. In his travels he returned to the village to find the raging monstrosities, ice lingering in the very air that once allowed life, his closest friend lost and himself a failure of a Sennin. Thus his travels to Iwagakure to atone for his mistakes begin as he was welcomed with open arms, which eventually feel into a mossy dream. "Mu . . . Do you still gaze upon the same sky as I? Are you in fact real or just a dream?"
A noise in the distance catches his attention, “How long do you plan to hide?” he announces, rubbing at the back of his head, “What a drag . . .” a momentary ray of sunlight catching against his visage - oh how he despises the heat.
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